But he sent Freddie to me, with some money he had really left me in his will--only he was afraid Mrs.Gibson would get hold of it, and never let me have it.

So he sent it by hand, with his love and blessing--and Freddie was to say he was sorry you had left me so long, and he didn't think it was a right thing for a man to do.

Never mind how much it was.

It's my very own, and I'm glad it comes from my father, and not from you.

I have my embroidery money too, and I shall be all right--though very, very miserable.